Poetry: How Does It Feel Now???

[Intro: Akua Naru]
Yeah, yeah
Love, uh-huh, hey
Love, mm, I told y'all
We would be the band to play it

[Verse: Akua Naru]
My ghetto butterfly flew away from me
I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps
Play make-believe as my tears pour, chest
Won't succeed to breathe, if not the air of you
Surely there has never been a shade so blue
A stink attitude, so not mad at you, uh
Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude
Of my love for you
No space or time compatible
What do I have to do? What do I have to do?
Ooh, my friends say I got it bad for you
I do, but there's nothing in this world I'd rather do
Uh, but you
I want to make love to your existence, uh
Drenched in the colors of your energy
Then masturbate to the memories
I wanna lose myself inside yourself
Until you find me, confine me
To the freedom of your prison
Exist in the same space, same time
Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine
Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine
Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine
My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect
Reflect, and watch your light passion mark my neck
Caress the sights of your presence with no question
Undress to the nakedness of love, pure love
I want to make love to my soulmate, my soulmate
Make love to my soulmate, uh, my soulmate
Make love to my soulmate, shit
I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate?
Kind of like writing poetry till climax
Till the point and place where our space and time match
And we cross divine paths, tell me, would you like that? Uh
Now would you like that? Tell me, would you like that
Would you like that? Tell me, would you like that?
Would you like that? Uh, I'ma ask you again now, tell me
Would you like that? Tell me, would you like that?
Now would you like that? Tell me, would you like that?
Would you like that? Tell me
I wanna love you more than madly, uh
Wrap these legs around your words
Until your speech is straddled deep, gladly
Swim the currents of your vibrations, uh
Be separate and one with the same meditation
Uh, same meditation
Uh, you know what?
This right here is poetry
Yeah, mm

[Bridge: Akua Naru]
And Julian, you gotta play that saxophone now
Hey

[Outro: Akua Naru]
If love, if love had a sound
You know, this would be that sound
And we, well, we
We would be the band to play it